February 20: Greetings from the Sunshine State

The last time I drove Karma was three months ago, when a gallon of diesel fuel was fifty cents cheaper. This is probably the last trip in Karma for a long while. I didn't realize I missed traveling. I'm pretty sure Pyewacaket does not feel the same.

I'm in Jacksonville, Florida. I have an appointment tomorrow to get my license and register Karmalita tomorrow, and wanted to be sure nothing happened to keep me from getting there on time. Afterwards I will go south to Casadaga to stay with Jennifer for a couple of nights before driving down to Vero Beach to stay with Robin again.

As I’ve been swinging in my hammock chair, I realized my gratitude practice has slipped, and that the in-between I've been grumpy about is something to become one with, rather than something to fill. It's the space between heartbeats, the silence between musical notes, the pause between breaths. I am shaking my head because I know I'm not explaining it right. If you can can, I hope you'll drop me a comment on my Facebook page. Anyhow, I am coming to look at it as important for awareness and insight, not something to be fixed. And no, I haven't been drinking or smoking or tripping.